Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.

Something pretty


Barn in hilly Kentucky on a cloudy afternoon.

As you remember, Katie wouldn’t share her blog post with me, so I haven’t been able to show you all the pretty things we saw on our trip south.

Pretty things that were not Katie.

Light hits the barn.

I hope she’s napping so she doesn’t realize I’m blogging. She gets a tad upset when it’s not all about her. But in a way, this is about her, because we stopped a lot on the way South, more than I might have without her.

Lonely cow.

We drove through some pretty country but often I couldn’t get off the freeway in the places I wanted to take pictures. Sometimes it just doesn’t work out, but when I was able to leave the highway and explore a bit of back road I almost always found something good.

Rain was on the way.

I was usually searching for barns, but sometimes I ran across something else. Like an octagon shaped house. I saw the signs for it and we traveled 15 miles out of our way just to check it out. I thought maybe we’d get out of the car and wander the grounds, but there were no trespassing signs everywhere.

Would have liked to see inside.

Thankfully there was also a marker that told a little bit about the history of the house. I shot two quick photos and got the heck out of there before anyone inside could get upset.

A bit of history.

Once we finally made it to the lake there were plenty of pretty things to notice too. Like this pair of bluebirds checking out the purple martin gourds.

“I don’t know honey, it seems a bit small.”

The sun was shining our first day here, and Mr. Bluebird’s feathers shone like sapphires.

Mr. Bluebird glows.

The local grocery store, here since forever, is gone, but I thought this faded mural on the side of the store was pretty. And nostolgic.

Piggly Wiggly fades into history.

Even tree bark here is pretty!

A many colored tree.

I guess it’s true that there’s beauty no matter where you go, no matter the season. And if you’re in the South in early spring you can almost always count on something catching your eye.

Sometimes it’s hard to look away.

The end of another pretty day.

Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

16 thoughts on “Something pretty

  1. Pretty things that were not Katie? Oh, boy. Let’s hope Katie doesn’t see this post.
    I had to chuckle about the Piggly Wiggly sign. I enjoy living here in the South, but it is funny sometimes. I called a medical facility the other day for directions: We’re two blocks from Piggly Wiggly and across from Burger King. Small town Southern living…gotta love it.


  2. What pretty things you saw! And captured in these images. Fun to see something different. But don’t tell Katie… She seems to be a little touchy.


  3. Those barn pics are gorg lady!


  4. Until I researched it, I had no idea Piggly Wiggly is headquartered in Wisconsin! That’s such a Southern staple (like pecan pie), and I have fond memories of going in there with my grandmas when I was little. Beautiful shots here — I, too, would love to have seen the octagon house.


  5. Pretty color of the blue bird

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  6. Love those barn photos. I think it would be great fun to travel with you. 🙂

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  7. Robin’s right, we’re travelling with you next time.

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